Out of Place
From the Chronicles of Myra Sunveil



Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she looked down at the giant black spider's corpse.

"Number fifteen," she said aloud to herself.

Bending over she grabbed ahold of one of it's fangs with her gloved hands and ripped it out. She did the same to the other. Sliding them both into her satchel, careful not to let the poison touch her skin, she noched another arrow and continued quietly down the tunnel.

It was dark, but she had no trouble making out the flamepits and avoiding them. There was little chance of anything sneaking up on her here. She had spent far too much time in these caverns; she knew every sound that was made here and could instantly pick out any sound that was out of place.

Finding her regular niche in the wall, she pulled herself up into it and sat there in silence, taking a moments break to count her arrows. They weren't of the best quality, being made by her own hand of corpser wood and harpy fletching, but they served her well. Made by her own hand, they were nothing compared to the stunning arrows she had seen Glor produce.

She sighed. Glor, and the other elves. How she missed them. She shook her head. "I feel so out of place there now. I spend too much time away, it's awkward going back" she shifted in her hiding place. So much had happened that she missed, she choose to remain underground, feeling oddly at home there.

She thought back to the last time she had seen Glorfindle and blushed. She'd go back to visit him again soon. She missed him most of all. And Laina, though she was sure Laina would become scarce again as well. Maybe she'd go back for the Bardic Contest tonight. She sighed again, feeling nervous at the thought.

Climbing down from her hiding place, she stalked back towards the harpy lair. She didn't feel much like thinking anymore, as was too often the case. The bow string beneath her fingers trembled with the anticipation of the song she and it would sing this day.


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